“Short version,” he said.

“Vanessa has been running this wedding to get to Ethan.

I have her saying it out loud on my phone.

I’m moving out of four twelve tonight, and I need you to carry bags and tell nobody.”

He looked at Chloe.

She nodded once.

“Just tell me what you need me to do,” Ryan said.

He reached into his pocket and set a small brown envelope on the table between the glasses.